>by faking an injury (using a real one) and blowing up the story, summer breeze managed to finesse a premium limo to las haygas
>and they drove for a loooooooong time
>bored silence hung in the air between the two mares as the desert went on and on and on
>this would have been a lot more fun on a motorcycle
>until the tips of 3 buildings started to emerge from behind the crest of the next hill
>then the roller coaster
>then the pyramid
>then the highway flattening out straight into the guts of the city
>then before they knew it, the iconic "Welcome to Las Haygas" sign
>with a broken LCD screen behind the letters flashing all sorts of colors
>for a city so grandiose that even the streets flash continuously with tiny pixels of random color
>the ominous pyramid powering through every other layer of the background front and center as the roller coaster spirals into itself
>all of the lit and unlit windows of the tall skyscrapers pigeon holing into rainbow fractals
>to a soundtrack of droning gregorian chants as the pyramid expands right up to the limo's window, about to suck the 3 ponies into the Nth dimension
>a pounding chest was right behind summer's head
>"would you get a room you two?" the driver said
>at the opposite end of the hallway
>and snauf'er was equally shoved against the back door, pressed by summer to look like she was the big spoon
>"oh we will mr. stallion, a room in the guts of the equestrian dream!" summer called out
>"thanks for the ride, ill put it in the tip jaa-WOAHHH"
>as snauf tried to hold out some bottle caps, a chauffer opened the door, causing both ponies to tumble out
>and the two laid collapsed on each other at the far end of a long, red, fancy carpet 
>leading into the Wintergreen Hotel VIP Section
>"tia damn who let these two hornballs in?"
>"SHUT your damn mouth hornhead!"
>summer slipped a not so subtle hoof around snaufer's
>it appearing to stretch like string cheese and coil itself around multiple times
>summer breeze's reality stayed anchored to her front right hoof long enough that they made it inside
>into a truly lavish hotel lounge
>mares and stallions in suits networking with each other
>sleazy and corpulent fraudsters sweet talking their way to the right end of their next deal
>and a very conveniently placed bar in the center of the room
>not the snaufer had already acquired somepony else's drink, glowing bright purple like some kind of elixir
>and the two mares sat down
>"5th of freer for her, a flim artois and cider flaniels for me" a voice amongst the crowds spoke out
>the outsides of her vision had some remnants of flashing colors, but summer breeze could still hang with the situation
>the drinks came on cue, as did plotting time
>"so the last rider finished about the same time we passed fear and loathing. racers should start pouring in here any minute"
>snauf finished taking a gulp
>"you think Pinko's a first to the party type?" she asked in a scratchy, guttural voice
>"well were here. we got a visual on her and shes not hard to miss."
>miss, see, whatever
>constant dings, ticks, chatter, and brass music played in spurts around the two ponies
>but then something unnerving came up from behind
>a rumbling crack split down the middle of her barstool and across the decorated carpet
>a blue and green aura rose out and colored everypony around a dark, rotten black
>some orange black, pink black, blue black, all different shades
>holes grew across their bodies
>and it clicked
>this hotel was invaded by changelings!
>and somepony was serving booze to these celestia-damn creatures!
>"i LOOOOooooOOOOVE TO PARTY!"
>"yes well missus Breeze and uh... snow-oof want to interview you in the press room"
>"fuck, thats the rally call!"
>where's snaufer?
>the bar stretched endlessly into the night
>the red, yellow and orange patterns on the carpet swirling into a deadly obstacle course over the lava floor of the changeling hive
>i just have to get over *there*
>if the fucking changelings would stop spinning the bar around like a merry go round
>las haygas on acid is not for the feint of heart
>so summer breeze jumped off and started to make her way across the twisted platforms
>her drink passed her by
>must be 1.3627152 times around
>she presses on
>and her drink comes around again
>so did that celestia-damn hippie with the poofy mane
>wait a minute, she's gone

>the flowing colors of a swampy sunset swirl on the blank white ceiling
>crumpled trees up on the left meet a long sheet of sky
>and the scalding hot water of the sump melts snaufer's body into the acidic soil below
>all the while a slow, summery guitar riff strums on and on under some savage whistling by the hornheads
>summer breeze bursts in the hotel room
>ok... theres her stuff
>nothing too out of the-
>oh jesus she tore the TV out of the wall
>and apparently the radio, since there's music coming from the bathroom
>"YYYAINOUNDAWEYYYYYY TUHKILLMEE'EHTTT"
>yep thats music alright
>"EEEEYES BUUURN OF STINGING SWEAT"
>snaufers invisible comrades sing around her
>yep. this is the life she left the island for
>no uptight bosses, no vulnerability, no hard decisions, just kill any equal sign you see
>surviving the constant chaos of getting rained on by bullets made the calm moments like these pay off
>LUNA FUCKING CHRIST ITS A GOD DAMN LANDMINE
>IS SHE DEAD?
>IS THAT WHY LUNAS POURING THE FUCKING ETERNAL NIGHT INTO THE BATHROOM!?
>DID SHE GET BLOWN TO PIECES???
>AND THE FIRST MARE SHE SEES AT THE PEARLY GATES IS SUMMER BREEZE!?
>"ITS ME!
>"SNAFU GET A FUCKING GRIP YOURE NOT DEAD YET!"
>"JUST LOOK AT ME FOR ONE SECOND!"
>now theres an intercom in front of her face
>is it 0600 hours?
>"WE WERE JUST ABOUT TO GET INVITED TO A PRESS INTERVIEW WITH PINKO AND BLOW HER-"
>SUMMER "DROP THAT ITS A SATCHEL CHARGE!"
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>"listen, just listen carefully"
>deeeeeeoooooow... deoooooow...
>jimi hendrix's guitar is the rhythm of life
>"now you just stay there... in the tub... ill be back after i clean up the room a bit"
>snaufer watches summer breeze set the radio down next to the lava lamp and leave her giant white body sprawled in the bathtub
>all the soap in the world can't stop her knife from itching
>summer breeze stood outside, on the telephone, trying to reason with the press on why the no show happened
>"yep, 214. see you in a bit" 
>214... 0214...
>shes bringing them right to their doorstep
>i knew i could count on you
>snauf'er rises rises from the ashes of the bathtub, the forest floor falling away to the bottom of her hooves
>its raining now
>the ground sloshes below snauf as she makes her way through the white portal
>and once in the hotel room, her render distance stretched far into the night sky
>summer breeze stopped fumbling with a suitcase and looked terrified into snauf'er's eyes
>glowing a pearly white in the amber-lit room
>'hey, hey... snafu... you stay right there'
>snauf took a step, the fog was closing in as fast as summer breeze backed away
>come hear so i can here you
>'look, we have somepony coming, shes gonna bring...'
>wait a sec, that's a kirin's glow not a 
>'...so just hide over there and pick your moment, ok?'
>summer knew better than to let a drunk out of her sight